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FOREST AND STREAM 
Jan. io, 1914. 
“fire” hunting, and on his return saw the light 
in his own house, and, thinking it was a deer, 
sent a bullet crashing through the window, just 
above the head of his little girl, who was look¬ 
ing out to see if he was coming home. The 
light had been turned down low, and looked to 
the hunter like a deer’s eye, so he blazed away 
the same way that some sportsmen (?) shoot at 
everything that moves in the brush. 
The good Lord deliver me from such a 
companion, and I think that all true hunters will 
say Amen. 
An Adventure with a Wild Boar 
By ALBERT D. PARROTT, JR. 
HAD been studying medicine almost a year, 
and had made rapid progress in both anatomy 
and materia medica, at least my uncle, who 
was my preceptor, said. I usually got down to 
the office at eight in the morning, and studied 
hard until half-past eleven, and then repaired to 
the house, where I generally found my dinner 
ready, and waiting to be devoured. I then, after 
an hour off, went again to the office and remained 
until six. I never went back at night, unless there 
was an operation on schedule, or something else 
of a very important nature, but remained in my 
room a close companion of my books until half¬ 
past eleven or twelve. I would then lie down to 
pleasant dreams, only to awake in the morning 
to pursue the same systematic course. This, as 
I have already said, had continued almost a year, 
when, one hot, sultry day, about the middle of 
May, I told my uncle that I intended going fish¬ 
ing that afternoon. In reply to his query as to 
where I intended to fish, I told him that a friend 
and myself were going to “Lumber Slough,” a 
much noted fishing pond. He shook his head 
drowsily, and said: “Albert, if I were in your 
place I would defer that trip, and fish in anatomy 
and gynaecology. You can catch whales, stur¬ 
geons, and the very large chubs and jacks in 
there, but you can catch only a few minnows and 
catfish in 'Lumber Slough.’ ” 
I thought he was speaking the truth, but 
still I kept teasing for his consent. I told him 
that I had been a very diligent student, and had 
made rapid progress. To all this he readily 
agreed, but he wanted me to keep “pecking” as 
he expressed it. After much debate, he very 
reluctantly gave his consent, and I set off in high 
spirits, carrying three fishing rods, a gourd of 
worms, and my Winchester rifle, with about 
thirty cartridges. I rode about a quarter of a 
mile, when I reached the house of my friend, 
Clay Andrews, who was to accompany me. He 
also had his rifle, and was well supplied with 
cartridges, and fishing-tackle, etc., but was a lit¬ 
tle deficient in bait. He had very few eel worms, 
while I had a great many stump worms. All of 
which were well nigh worthless. My friends, 
never attempt to catch fish in southern fresh 
waters with stump worms. The kind of bait 
used plays an important role in the art of catch¬ 
ing the finny tribe. Little did we think of the 
dangerous sport that was in store for us as we 
bowled rapidly along that beautiful May after¬ 
noon. We drove behind as fine a bay pacer as 
one would care to look at. 
“Lumber Slough” is six miles directly west 
of Kinston, on the banks of that beautiful North 
Carolina stream, the Neuse River. It is eight 
miles from Kinston the way the path leads. Our 
trip was uneventful, until we tied the horse on 
the edge of the low-grounds, shouldered our rifles 
and fishing rods, and plunged into the forest. 
Then the fun began. We were walking slowly 
along through a broad, open glade, miring to our 
knees at every step in the beautiful spring grass, 
when suddenly we heard a grunting and squealing 
noise at no great distance. Clay uttered a cry of 
delight, turned to me, and said: 
“Albert, I’ll wager a sixpence that is a wild 
boar.” 
The words were hardly uttered, when, with¬ 
out the least warning, a huge boar rushed at him. 
The brute charged with a fury I have never seen 
equalled, before or since. His great mouth was 
open wide, exhibiting a pair of tusks which were 
fearful to look upon, and were at least six inches 
in length, and his fiery red eyes, and dilated nos¬ 
trils, combined with that terrible mouth, made a 
most ferocious picture. Clay fired one shot from 
his Winchester, the bullet taking effect in the 
neck, but not checking the terrible onset in the 
least. I was almost directly behind him when 
the creature made a plunge. My heart was in 
my mouth. The thought ran through my brain 
with lightning rapidity: he ,is lost. But the sec¬ 
ond thought came like a flash: I can save him. 
The beast was upon him, and had lacerated his 
face and arm badly. I drew my repeating rifle 
to my shoulder, and fired’directly at one of those 
sapphire eyeballs, and when the smoke cleared 
away our formidable antagonist was breathing 
his last. Clay was soon on his feet, and after 
bathing his wounds in the clear crystal water 
that bubbled out of a hill hard by, was quickly 
resuscitated. Upon measurement, the brute was 
found to be six feet nine and one-half inches 
from tip of nose to end of tail, and was well 
proportioned in every respect. He was really a 
superb animal. 
We left the slain enemy on the battlefield, 
and pushed on toward “Lumber Slough.” Fif¬ 
teen minutes of hard walking brought us to its 
very banks. The hooks were baited accordingly 
with eel worms, and cast in. The fish were very 
hungry, and bit rapidly. In an hour we had 
landed one hundred and twenty-five perch and 
catfish. I don’t think I ever before saw catfish 
with such sharp thorns. My hands were cut and 
pierced in many places. 
We soon became tired of this sport and de¬ 
parted to seek our prize, but we could think of 
no way to carry him home, as the buggy was too 
light to haul the animal and us combined. At 
length we decided to dress him, a thing which we 
disliked very much to do. But we well knew that 
that was the only means of transporting him to 
Kins.ton that night. So we dressed him. 
It was after nightfall when we left. The 
frogs were croaking in harmony with the wail of 
the nighthawk, and the marsh-hen chattered 
shrilly in answer to its mate. We drove on with 
our heavily laden vehicle, and reached home about 
one o’clock the next morning. We were wet, 
tired and hungry. After filling my now capacious 
stomach, I repaired to my room, dropped on my 
cot, and was soon wrapped in a most peaceful 
slumber. You will perhaps imagine that I 
dreamed of the past eve’s adventure, but I didn’t. 
I was too tired to dream. I could only sleep, 
and could do that with the greatest ease. You 
will not be surprised when I tell you I did not 
get to the office until the evening of the next 
day. I felt none the worse for my trip, and my 
uncle was not surprised when I told him the 
story. It is needless to say that we had a 
savory fry from the hind legs of our much-prized 
animal. This was an afternoon’s sport worth 
remembering. 
New York Game Enforcement Record 
By JOHN B. BURNHAM 
On account of my former connection with 
the department, it is a particular pleasure for 
me to call attention to the remarkable game law 
enforcement record of the New York Conserva¬ 
tion Commission, under the direction of Chief 
Protector Llewellyn Legge, for the fiscal year 
ending September 30th, 1913, with a total of 
2,632 convictions for violations of the fish and 
game laws. 
This record signals the high-water mark of 
game protection in the United States, and is a 
splendid example of what has been accomplished 
by efficient organization and business manage¬ 
ment, unhampered by politics, to the honor of 
the Conservation Commission, and particularly, 
Fish and Game Commissioner James W. Fleming. 
It can be stated that good men have been re¬ 
tained in office in the Game Protective Depart¬ 
ment from a former administration of a different 
political faith, and that inefficient men have been 
dropped equally without reference to politics. 
It can also be said that without the personali¬ 
ty of Chief Protector Legge, the result achieved 
would have been impossible. Mr. Legge is an 
example of a type bound to be more common in 
the future of a successful business executive in 
a political position. He is a man who has arisen 
above the discouragements attendant on changing 
administrations and who has exhibited a rare 
faculty for exacting efficient service from his 
subordinates. 
Of the 2,632 actions, all but 297 were secured 
by regular protectors, the total recovery in fines 
was $46,000. There are 125 regular protectors 
provided by law on the New York force, but as a 
matter of fact, owing to changes in the force, 
the full number was never at any one time em¬ 
ployed. The average number of cases per pro¬ 
tector was almost twenty. One protector had 
over seventy cases, two protectors had over sixty, 
five in all had over fifty cases. In 1904-1905, 
when the department had fifty salaried protectors, 
the number of actions secured by them was only 
375. During all this time, New York has main¬ 
tained a record of nearly 95 per cent, convictions 
out of the total number of actions brought. 
Other facts in connection with the work of 
the department are of interest. In 1913, hunting 
and trapping licenses were sold to the value of 
$202,901, which is an increase of $51,273 over 
1912. The total receipts of the department were 
$289,265.29, which is an increase of $73,505.37 
over 1912. The grand total for 1913 is divided 
as follows: 
Game tagged, trout tags and breed¬ 
ers’ licenses, etc. $24,822.05 
Fines and penalties. 45,937.12 
Hunting and trapping licenses. 202,901.00 
Net licenses . 15,605.12 
The department shows a profit for 1913 of 
$24,662.49. The expenses were divided as fol¬ 
lows : 
Salary of protectors. $100,253.82 
Traveling expenses . 59,274.38 
Payment of moieties to complainants, 
justices’, constables’, witnesses’ 
and court costs. 17,795.82 
Printing game laws. 7,200.00 
Maintenance and hiring of steam¬ 
boats and launches for patrolling 
state waters . 2,779.27 
Tagging machines, printing and ad¬ 
vertising regulations . 1,644.76 
Maintenance of hunting license bu¬ 
reau . 6,311.20 
Maintenance of hatcheries, collection 
and distribution of fish and fry. 48,785.40 
Salary and expenses of fish culturist 
and foremen . 13,018.09 
Maintenance, expense and salaries, 
game farm propagation. 7,540.06 
$264,602.80 
It is just the additional little margin that 
wins, whether in time or toil, in power or in 
energy, in attention or in earnestness. 
